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Padraic Colum (b. Dec. 8, 1881 - d. Jan. 11, 1972)
Photograph courtesy of Phillip Brown
(See his Celtic Folklore site)
www.belinus.co.uk/folklore/ we tried to reach/find Phillip Brown's Celtic Folklore site (it is, apparently, much admired) without success. We hope he is still at the helm (we would like to exchange links, if nothing else).
Irish poet, dramatist, folklorist and children's writer, born in Longford County under the name Patrick Collumb. He was one of the founders of The Abbey Theatre in Dublin, and worked with Yeats and Lady Gregory.
by Padraic Colum
Foulfeathered and scaldnecked,
They sit in evil state;
Raw marks upon their breasts
As on mens wearing chains.
Impure, though they may plunge
Into the mornings springs,
And spiritdulled, though they
Command the heavens heights.
Angels of foulness, ye,
So fierce against the dead!
Sloth on your muffled wings,
And speed within your eyes!
Across the Door
by Padraic Colum
In 1909, James Joyce praised Across the Door, with the comment, I couldnt have written that.
The fiddles were playing and playing,
The couples were out on the floor;
From converse and dancing he drew me,
And across the door.
Ah! strange were the dim, wide meadows,
And strange was the cloudstrewn sky,
And strange in the meadows the corncrakes,
And they making cry!
The hawthorn bloom was by us,
Around us the breath of the south
white hawthorn, strange in the nighttime
His kiss on my mouth!
by Padraic Colum
I know you, Crane:
I, too, have waited,
Waited until my heart
Melted to little pools around my feet!
Comer in the morning ere the crows,
Something find for me!
The pennies that were laid upon the eyes
Of old, wise men I knew.
For more Padraic Colum poetry click Colum Previous Page
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Thu, Jul 9, 2015
Death of a Naturalist marks the auspicious outset of an acclaimed master. As a first book of poems, it is remarkable for its accurate perceptions and its rich linguistic gifts.
Note: This first of his books is out of print, you should still be able to find a copy here: Death of a Naturalist
Interested in Irish Poetry?Here's the easy way to collect them all (well, almost all, anyway).
Malachy McCourt says in his introduction, "With the republication of this book, the Irish recover under their roof of stars all the great poets and writers who have been falsely claimed by the saxon crown and its minions - even our reprobates."
Amazon states this is out of stock. They still have used copies for almost nothing (except shipping - chuckle). If you would like a new edition, it was available at Powell's. We can't promise it's still there. Click here for Powell's 1000 Years.
Click here for used at Amazon.